Toasty and warm. Although I am a winter animal, really, kind of built for the cold.
( she is a wolf i mean technically )
Oh, yeah, I-- I remember those. I'm on it. Soon you'll be complaining about all this excess Crystal Grace and the jerk that got it all over your office.
( a laugh, then, quiet and gently incredulous. )
Okay, but seriously are there more hours in your day than most people's? How do you fit all that stuff in?
I'll be glad to have an excess, then perhaps I will have enough to dye snow for this...thing. You have actually put to the Council to see made true.
[ Don't think she hasn't noticed that on the docket, Ruby. Don't pretend to be INNOCENT. ]
I sleep a few hours a night, if that. I think now I am up to...four, perhaps five? There is much to be done and I do what I can to see to as much as I am able.
So... you have every right to tell me to shut up and mind my own business, and I hope it goes without saying that I admire how much you do and how hard you work, especially given that you're helping people, but... I think maybe making sure you take some time for yourself is important, too. Time for stuff like sleeping.
The hypothetical 'snow fortress' thing. Red, how many people did you speak to? How many think I am involved?
[ She would sound stern if not for the soft twist of laughter in her voice- a mortified sort of humor. ]
When a mage dreams- we go to the Fade. Much like when you and I were there before- though I tend to have a little more control of the scene. And more Pride demons, but less overt fighting. It is not something I find terribly restful.
Do they have cinnamon bc then I'll never speak again
Oh, that. ( as if she had quite forgotten. ) I didn't mention you to everyone, and I framed as a very serious exercise for team building and morale boosting, with the side benefit of training project for mages. It was very respectable.
But I did mention you to several people, yes. Iron Bull was really impressed.
( :D?
And she sighs a little. )
Okay, that sounds... exhausting. I stand by taking time for you to rest and do relaxing stuff instead of working so much.
I... mean, aside from that whole proposal that gives you extra work, I guess.
( wincing, self chastising, you get it. )
of course they have cinnamon, what do you take me for?
The Iron Bull. I suppose that is my fault for telling you of him- [ Sighing. Such sighing, Ruby, such fondly exasperated sighing. ] So long as they took it well I suppose my reputation is not in complete tatters.
It is not that much extra work. I've been managing the sketches and Roul has been informed of the project- he is in need of something to occupy his time and thus most of the actual casting logistics are being handled by him and the other mages. It gives them a feeling of responsibility and a sense of contribution to morale- which they need.
But I shall...try to take more time for myself. I make no promises.
Who knows okay I have encountered anti-cinnamon folk before
Hey, I wouldn't do anything to undermine your reputation. ( playfully said but entirely sincere. ) You're fine, if anything I think you're going to win bonus points for coming up with something amazing.
( +5 influence at least
She sounds a little relieved, though. )
If there's any work I can do, let me know. I'm wrangling potential team leaders but I didn't want to get too official yet in case it gets frowned out of possibility.
( Ruby huffs, amused. ) We're going to have a girls night, you and me. There will be fun and relaxation involved, okay? I make promises, even if you don't.
Team captains would not be so poor an idea, even if the teams are to be randomized it would be best to have those who understand the spirit and intent of the competition in full leading, and signups being arranged a week or so before the actual event would give us time enough to sort out how large the forts ought to be to house them properly, how many flags-
[ She flicks back to the same notes as before and jots these details down. ]
Oh no, you have put my name to this and have proposed it to the Council. It must have my backing and if I choose to back this? It shall be so.
[ Her name is on the line here, Ruby. ]
I- that sounds interesting? I have never had a 'girls night' before. The only reason I do not make promises like this, Red, is because I am honor bound to keep any that I make. I do not know that I would be able to keep this and as such- do not make them.
Yeah! I was thinking you for Team Violet, me for Team Red, Master Kenobi for Team Periwinkle... Seeker Pentaghast and Knight Comander Norrington I haven't confirmed colours for. Seafoam? Coral? I don't know.
( listen at least part of this is Obi-Wan's fault but she says nothing about that. )
Oh, gotcha. Well, if I can misuse your pride for my evil plans, then that works out.
( Adelaide only ever seems to get more interesting. Huh. )
Well, in Storybrooke they'd involve cocktails and movies and doing each other's nails, but maybe we can improvise with wine and ridiculous conversations. And maybe cheese.
( a beat, and-- ) Aren't all people honour bound to keep promises? I mean, it's what makes them matter, right?
As long as there is no teams with metallic colors, I think we might manage these with dye- wait. I am a team leader?
[ Red, NO. ]
Use your powers for good, please. Or at least a responsible manner of evil. As a politician I suppose I can no longer be entirely too picky.
[ Movies and nails? ]
...My mother did send a manicure kit with the last crate- there are some nail lacquers inside if that is what you mean? Ah- perhaps reading terrible romance stories to one another- I do not know what these movies are. And I did find all the equipment you requested for your cocktail project; whenever you return. If you wish to do work there first.
Well. Yes. But for me it is all the more important that I actually keep them, thus I do not make little ones. They should not be handed out so easily. In Orlais it is easy for a noble to promise a thing and never see it through.
Yeah, of course. If we have a Templar leader then we need a mage one, right? And also I need to keep the Iron Bull off your team, and that's more satisfying if you're in charge.
( c: c: c: )
Powers for good, definitely. And... movies are sort of like plays, but the stories look like they're really happening, if they're done well, and you can watch them any time without needing a whole theatre and actors and so on. It'd be more like... I guess the convenience of a book, sort of? They're hard to explain, but romance novels will be so much better. ( serious politician Adelaide LeBlanc uhuh mmhmm nope Ruby is officially too delighted. ) We've got it all figured out. The cocktail stuff might take a while to be drinkable, I'm guessing, so until then wine will be perfect.
( she is 1. super pleased 2. super enthusiastic 3. touched Adelaide took the cocktail thing seriously and 4. ... )
You just kind of just keep going and getting more amazing.
You've two rifter leaders, was that intentional? It would not be so poor a plan, a fine way to showcase what it is you are capable of- I'd recommend considering an elf for a position as well if you have not- then again I am glad you are the one making those choices. Trying to keep everything fair would be a migraine I already endure with the Council.
[ Ruby has better luck with managing it and not offending anyone. ]
Nails, wine, novels. I might be able to have Roul and the other students finally finish moving to one of the rooms in the barracks adjacent to the hold- they've been wanting to for some time- and that would offer us more privacy. I do not think you mean your 'girls nights' to be done with a great many teenagers loitering and listening in.
[ Finally her room will be her own and that...will be as much a blessing as a curse. It is quite a bit of space to fill- though she would find a way. Shelves and whatnot. Perhaps make that her personal office behind a divider. ]
It comes with the family Legacy and motto. LeBlanc. Sans Tache. Without stain, to be above reproach. To be perfect, more or less. I do not know that I manage such an impossible thing- but I attempt to make strides where I can. That should not be so amazing as it is baffling.
Because we're twice as great as everyone else, obviously. ( wow Adelaide how was that even worth questioning?
But her tone becomes more serious. )
I already asked Obi-Wan but... I could step down from leading a team to get an elf to do it, if they wanted. Or maybe... would seven teams be too many? I mean seven forts would be a lot of work, but maybe a Dalish elf and a Grey Warden team captaincy would be smart--
( The crunch of snow underfoot stops, and she laughs at herself quietly. ) Sorry. My mess to figure out.
Privacy would probably be smart, yeah. If only because I plan on doing ridiculous voices for those romance novels, and as a serious performer I need my focus.
( oh my god Ruby, shush. Her tone sounds-- not wry. Not sad, either, but there's thi bittersweet kind of hurt in her chest and she can't pin it down. )
Being perfect would kind of erase being human, but it's still admirable to try. And trying can be exhausting and sometimes people give up, but you haven't even though its such a big thing. I mean, just because it's a Legacy doesn't mean people stick to those without fail. I think that's pretty amazing.
So long as they appreciate brown sugar, i can forgive them.
I am certain that you will be able to find a solution that is most fair, Red. You are good with people- I'm confident you will sort this out.
[ In such a way that no one is offended and no one complains to Adelaide afterward- that is ideal, truly. ]
Impossible standards. We were taught from a very young age to be the best nobles that we could be- of course that meant being the best that we could be in my mother's vision. There was no room in that point of view for a mage, as we lose our titles and rights when we manifest. But the point stuck, I suppose. If I could not be the best noble- I should be the best mage I could possibly be. The best healer. The best teacher. Should you ever find me training with Martel in the evenings you will find I do not take well to progressing at an average pace. To be a LeBlanc is to be exceptional. It is a standard. An impossible one, yes, but...we try. I try. It is simply a given in my family. No one has ever truly seen it as remarkable until you.
( A quiet exhale; the air is cool here and rasps against her lungs, but for now taking a moment and breathing seems justified. )
Well, we already established I'm weird, so.
( Light, easy. However... )
Living up to what other people expect or... what you believe they expect, at least, can be sort of impossible even without being noble or a mage. And--
( This whole 'mages as lesser' thing annoys her, even if magic has been so dangerous back home. )
I think holding onto something that maybe being a mage tried to strip from you is important. And if that helped you focus on healing and teaching and all this stuff that helps people? Even moreso. I know a few nobles who care a lot about people, and others that'd see people lose their homes because they were short coin. There's good and bad and excelling could just come down to interpretation. But healing-- I dont think there's a bad side to that. I'd figure it's more pure and untainted or whatever than anything a noble could do.
( annnnd she's talking too much, again. ) Sorry. I'm blathering when you have stuff to do. Again.
I don't know, i didn't think there was anyone that didn't love cinnamon!
You are kind. More to others than to yourself, but I feel as though that shall be a constant point of contention between us.
[ Something to be resigned to- even as the scrape of her pen slows and Adelaide herself sits back to sigh, some manner of weight in the air. Something she has not told much of anyone in this life- in the Spire it had not needed saying. Those that knew? Knew. No one else needed to. ]
The healing is simply where my skills happened to be. The teaching- This is a bit more weighty than you expected when you called to check in, I think. And the tale behind the teaching is weightier still. I do not mind our conversations Red, truly, I have come to look forward to them. But I would not add weight where you would rather there be none.
( An almost laugh, lost to a breath. Eternal contention, yeah. Some part of herself thinks that she's kind to herself and another contends that monsters shouldn't get kindness and another believes that Whale and Regina and Hook and Rumpelstiltskin and herself all deserved second chances.
She can settle for being kinder to others while she wrangles what she deserves for herself.
(She would say she looks forward to the conversations, too, but it doesn't seem to fit into the mood of what Adelaide's saying, the same way a flippant comment about her gift being part of her and thus proving Ruby's point doesn't seem fitting.))
No, if... if you'd like to tell me, I'd like to hear it. It's just me and a lot of cold air, here.
( That doesn't feel solid, somehow: ) I'm listening.
[ There's a cork popping on the other side- tea given way to a glass of wine for this. In remembrance or to soften the still painful edges- or simply her new favorite crutch. She speaks as she pours, attempting to outline how this made such an impression. ]
We are taken to the circle when we are young, as that is when our magic manifests. I was eight years old and was kept to a class and dormitory of similarly aged apprentices. We are taught as a group until our individual skills and aptitudes become clear, then we are sent to the appropriate teachers. You make friends- because how can you not? And often times these friends you make remain in your classes in some form or another as there is much to teach.
My first night in the Spire I met such an Apprentice. A marcher named Robert. [ A warm affection colors her voice, the barest edge of old laughter. ] He became a dear friend to me as we studied and trained- he was just as skilled as I if not more so, just as precise, just as powerful- with less of my formality and perfectionism. It seemed to come so easily to him with no real struggle- as much as it aggravated me, he himself was terribly endearing. He- was the only other person to call me Addie. He would call me that, I would call him Bobby, we would both be endeared and annoyed- it was like that between us.
Sounds like delicious cereal... the classy cinnamon toast crunch alternative
Right, I remember you saying you went there young.
( From when Adelaide told her of her memories from before the Spire, that she'd had less time to accumulate them. She feels a prickle of sadness and sympathy, but holds it back. This isn't about what she thinks about it. )
The kind of friends you'd have for life, right? ( And it isn't just that. There's an echo of something familiar, there. Of being teased and dared and protected by a blacksmith's boy, and it's a painful type of nostalgia. )
Sounds like me and Peter.
( Did she tell Adelaide the name of her first love? She thinks she did, but the Fade was so many things that she'd hardly expect Adelaide to remember.
She's not sure it'd be appropriate to clarify or to say he was one of the first to call her Red, a nickname so pervasive even her grandmother used it.
Quietly, gently, all hints of teasing from earlier in the conversation gone, )
[ They'd been friends before and should they have ever come away normally? Would have remained friends after. It simply was the way of things. ]
He was my first friend in the Spire. And my first kiss. My first love, I suppose, though we are not supposed to have them. Strong emotion makes us vulnerable, having lovers gives desire demons a foothold in our dreams. Have you heard of what a mage's harrowing might be? It is a test- though we know precious little of what it entails until we experience it for ourselves. We only know that you pass and become a mage rather than an apprentice, you fail and you die, or you might choose to be made Tranquil.
Robert was a year older than me and we never knew when we would be tested- but there is a range of ages when it seems most likely. I was confident in him, in myself, I knew we would both come through without anything to fear. I was tested, I faced the demon they called for me in the Fade, and I was made a mage. When I came out I tried to find him to explain but I could not. He wasn't in the rooms or the library or the study halls...
When I was taken to my harrowing he made a choice. He was too afraid to take the test himself. The next time I saw him was a few days later shelving books in the library. He...do you know what it is, to be made Tranquil?
Ruby exhales a breath, partly because of Peter and Robert and similarities between them, partly because she has some feelings about these harrowings that she's pretty sure aren't necessarily the point. She has to bite the inside of her cheek and remind herself, and yet she can't help the horrified catch of her breath when Adelaide explains it.
Locking people up with demons in the Fade? It wasn't right. And while it doesn't shock her that Adelaide was prepared (she knows she did, obviously, but the preparation thing is key) it doesn't make it right.
She tries to imagine if someone breathed of testing Emma's magic that way, even as a grown woman, and how her parents would react.
She doesn't means to say it, but-- ) That's... cruel.
( Quiet and appalled and bewildered, really. )
Anders explained tranquility to me, but...
God. ( To see it happen to someone you loved - imagining it happen to Emma or Snow or David was agonising enough, but your love? Imagining Peter didn't count. She's sure it'd be better than being torn apart, but by how much?
At least Robert had chosen. And Ruby honestly thinks that if she'd had such a choice, she might have taken it, too. )
To prove we are not a danger to ourselves and others, we endured that test. It is better or worse depending upon the Circle- but it would never be quite so bad in the Spire. I managed to ask him, then- Just the once before I left him and did not speak with him for the better part of a month. It hurt too much to see him but he said-
He'd been afraid because he did not know what it was. He did not know if he could prepare for it, if he could face it. Because we are not meant to know, ow are we to ever prepare? I...lost some time. Feeling poorly. Grieving a man not dead. Drinking.
[ Oh how much she has changed now, in her grief and her wisdom. ]
My attention started to slip, my mentors noticed- one commented that I was doing poorly and they expected better of me now that I was a mage. That I ought not rest on my laurels. Between Robert's choice and his reason, that comment? I swore none should be so afraid as to choose Tranquility out of fear. And...I taught. What I had gone through, I asked others for their stories. Quiet lessons where we could not be found, I taught apprentices what they might expect. What they might face. I prepared them as I and Robert had not and while I was not able to teach all of them or make certain it did them much good- word spread and none went so ignorant into their harrowing. None chose Tranquility out of fear for what they might face.
I thought if this one thing that I did could change so much for the better- why not teach more things? Why not do more with magic than what we are taught?
The truest definition of hell. Oh how the cinnamon hater must laugh...
Part of her wonders how they got on this path, what she said to spark this - talking about Adelaide being remarkable, or something like that, and idly she wonders if this was meant to convince her otherwise, somehow.
It hasn't.
Ruby is quiet for a few moments, as she had been for so much of this. She can see her breath in the air, can feel the shift of snow underfoot even as she stands still, is aware that no flowers are growing for now. )
You know, ( she starts, and Ruby is surprised by how raw she sounds, ) You didn't run.
You could have hidden from it. From what happened, or ran. Not literally, I know, but you could have.
( Ruby ran. )
What happened to him is awful. And what they put all of you through? I can't-- it's inhumane. To let people agonise over what they are and what they might have to do, I can't even imagine being willing to do that to another person.
( Nerves have been hit that she didn't expect, and she feels raw and unfocused, and she's sitting down before she really processes. )
Adelaide, your teaching might be the most important thing in the world to so many people. Having someone teach you... to show you that you don't have to be afraid? That's a bigger gift than most people could ever hope for.
I did. For a few weeks. It was...easier to wallow than to act. I was seventeen- everything feels like the end of the world when you are that young. I know it ended mine when I saw his face with the brand.
[ Even now she wonders if he survived. The Spire had been blood and chaos, screaming in the halls, the sound of thunder and steel echoing forever. ]
It is- it was the Chantry's tradition. It is the first way they found to test us, I suppose. I have never found a satisfactory answer for why something else, anything else, was considered appropriate. Being Harrowed does not stop a mage from possession or prevent abominations. Months ago one of the mages here, a young man named Lauren, was possessed in his sleep and woke as an Abomination. It- we fought. He had to be killed, he was no longer in control of himself. People died. He had been harrowed. It is not a foolproof test.
So we have tried something new, here. Developed a different test, training, something that does not leave a mage so alone, something that does not leave them so vulnerable. We are to stand alone against the demons in our dreams and in our lives- yes. But we need not be so isolated when we wake. I only knew I never wanted to see anyone choose as Robert did. That I never wanted to see my students become like Lauren. There is much to fear in being a mage- but we need not do so because we think ourselves monsters.
If the world is our oyster where are our pearls 8(
Weeks isn't... everyone needs to grieve. They need time. Weeks are human.
( Months? Months and years for all her own running, really. That was less kindly looked upon, surely. Years of resenting the Wolf, even when she knew it was part of her and she loved to run. . )
I'm sorry about Robert. And about Lauren. I...
( I wish I'd had someone like you.
Someone who thought life was important, that people should be safe. That hadn't wanted to make her choose betweem being human and being the Wolf. Magic was terrifying, and yet it was as much as part of someone as their breath.
Granny thought she could only be human, Anita thought she could only be the Wolf, pack before humanity. Snow had believed she could be both, but she hadn't known how to help Red, and David knew who she was, but both of them had forgotten her.
We do not need to be isolated when we wake.
For a brief moment, Ruby thinks she may never have felt so alone as she does right now, sitting in the snow and listening to a woman from another world relay aches that feel so familiar that they could have been carved from her own chest.
There is the sound of a shaky breath. )
You're a great teacher, Adelaide.
( She hates how rough her voice sounds, despite her effort to sound cheery.)
I think everything you've done will help a lot of people. And... I think they'll find it easier to be braver, for it. And they'll be safer.
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never YOU CANNOT SILENCE ME
( she is a wolf i mean technically )
Oh, yeah, I-- I remember those. I'm on it. Soon you'll be complaining about all this excess Crystal Grace and the jerk that got it all over your office.
( a laugh, then, quiet and gently incredulous. )
Okay, but seriously are there more hours in your day than most people's? How do you fit all that stuff in?
( gurl r u lookin after yourself tho )
how bout cookies tho
[ Don't think she hasn't noticed that on the docket, Ruby. Don't pretend to be INNOCENT. ]
I sleep a few hours a night, if that. I think now I am up to...four, perhaps five? There is much to be done and I do what I can to see to as much as I am able.
what kind of cookies...
( too late, she's playing innocent
-- but also there's a little sound. )
So... you have every right to tell me to shut up and mind my own business, and I hope it goes without saying that I admire how much you do and how hard you work, especially given that you're helping people, but... I think maybe making sure you take some time for yourself is important, too. Time for stuff like sleeping.
Chocolate Chip
[ She would sound stern if not for the soft twist of laughter in her voice- a mortified sort of humor. ]
When a mage dreams- we go to the Fade. Much like when you and I were there before- though I tend to have a little more control of the scene. And more Pride demons, but less overt fighting. It is not something I find terribly restful.
Do they have cinnamon bc then I'll never speak again
But I did mention you to several people, yes. Iron Bull was really impressed.
( :D?
And she sighs a little. )
Okay, that sounds... exhausting. I stand by taking time for you to rest and do relaxing stuff instead of working so much.
I... mean, aside from that whole proposal that gives you extra work, I guess.
( wincing, self chastising, you get it. )
of course they have cinnamon, what do you take me for?
It is not that much extra work. I've been managing the sketches and Roul has been informed of the project- he is in need of something to occupy his time and thus most of the actual casting logistics are being handled by him and the other mages. It gives them a feeling of responsibility and a sense of contribution to morale- which they need.
But I shall...try to take more time for myself. I make no promises.
Who knows okay I have encountered anti-cinnamon folk before
( +5 influence at least
She sounds a little relieved, though. )
If there's any work I can do, let me know. I'm wrangling potential team leaders but I didn't want to get too official yet in case it gets frowned out of possibility.
( Ruby huffs, amused. ) We're going to have a girls night, you and me. There will be fun and relaxation involved, okay? I make promises, even if you don't.
the rare and odd anti-cinnafolk
[ She flicks back to the same notes as before and jots these details down. ]
Oh no, you have put my name to this and have proposed it to the Council. It must have my backing and if I choose to back this? It shall be so.
[ Her name is on the line here, Ruby. ]
I- that sounds interesting? I have never had a 'girls night' before. The only reason I do not make promises like this, Red, is because I am honor bound to keep any that I make. I do not know that I would be able to keep this and as such- do not make them.
A plague upon them tbh
( listen at least part of this is Obi-Wan's fault but she says nothing about that. )
Oh, gotcha. Well, if I can misuse your pride for my evil plans, then that works out.
( Adelaide only ever seems to get more interesting. Huh. )
Well, in Storybrooke they'd involve cocktails and movies and doing each other's nails, but maybe we can improvise with wine and ridiculous conversations. And maybe cheese.
( a beat, and-- ) Aren't all people honour bound to keep promises? I mean, it's what makes them matter, right?
it's not their fault they don't know better
[ Red, NO. ]
Use your powers for good, please. Or at least a responsible manner of evil. As a politician I suppose I can no longer be entirely too picky.
[ Movies and nails? ]
...My mother did send a manicure kit with the last crate- there are some nail lacquers inside if that is what you mean? Ah- perhaps reading terrible romance stories to one another- I do not know what these movies are. And I did find all the equipment you requested for your cocktail project; whenever you return. If you wish to do work there first.
Well. Yes. But for me it is all the more important that I actually keep them, thus I do not make little ones. They should not be handed out so easily. In Orlais it is easy for a noble to promise a thing and never see it through.
More cinnamon for us I guess THE FOOLS
( c: c: c: )
Powers for good, definitely. And... movies are sort of like plays, but the stories look like they're really happening, if they're done well, and you can watch them any time without needing a whole theatre and actors and so on. It'd be more like... I guess the convenience of a book, sort of? They're hard to explain, but romance novels will be so much better. ( serious politician Adelaide LeBlanc uhuh mmhmm nope Ruby is officially too delighted. )
We've got it all figured out. The cocktail stuff might take a while to be drinkable, I'm guessing, so until then wine will be perfect.
( she is 1. super pleased 2. super enthusiastic 3. touched Adelaide took the cocktail thing seriously and 4. ... )
You just kind of just keep going and getting more amazing.
( Quiet, but impressed. Genuinely impressed. )
The poor, poor, cinnamon free fools
[ Ruby has better luck with managing it and not offending anyone. ]
Nails, wine, novels. I might be able to have Roul and the other students finally finish moving to one of the rooms in the barracks adjacent to the hold- they've been wanting to for some time- and that would offer us more privacy. I do not think you mean your 'girls nights' to be done with a great many teenagers loitering and listening in.
[ Finally her room will be her own and that...will be as much a blessing as a curse. It is quite a bit of space to fill- though she would find a way. Shelves and whatnot. Perhaps make that her personal office behind a divider. ]
It comes with the family Legacy and motto. LeBlanc. Sans Tache. Without stain, to be above reproach. To be perfect, more or less. I do not know that I manage such an impossible thing- but I attempt to make strides where I can. That should not be so amazing as it is baffling.
What meaning can their meager existence hold?
But her tone becomes more serious. )
I already asked Obi-Wan but... I could step down from leading a team to get an elf to do it, if they wanted. Or maybe... would seven teams be too many? I mean seven forts would be a lot of work, but maybe a Dalish elf and a Grey Warden team captaincy would be smart--
( The crunch of snow underfoot stops, and she laughs at herself quietly. ) Sorry. My mess to figure out.
Privacy would probably be smart, yeah. If only because I plan on doing ridiculous voices for those romance novels, and as a serious performer I need my focus.
( oh my god Ruby, shush.
Her tone sounds-- not wry. Not sad, either, but there's thi bittersweet kind of hurt in her chest and she can't pin it down. )
Being perfect would kind of erase being human, but it's still admirable to try. And trying can be exhausting and sometimes people give up, but you haven't even though its such a big thing. I mean, just because it's a Legacy doesn't mean people stick to those without fail. I think that's pretty amazing.
So long as they appreciate brown sugar, i can forgive them.
[ In such a way that no one is offended and no one complains to Adelaide afterward- that is ideal, truly. ]
Impossible standards. We were taught from a very young age to be the best nobles that we could be- of course that meant being the best that we could be in my mother's vision. There was no room in that point of view for a mage, as we lose our titles and rights when we manifest. But the point stuck, I suppose. If I could not be the best noble- I should be the best mage I could possibly be. The best healer. The best teacher. Should you ever find me training with Martel in the evenings you will find I do not take well to progressing at an average pace. To be a LeBlanc is to be exceptional. It is a standard. An impossible one, yes, but...we try. I try. It is simply a given in my family. No one has ever truly seen it as remarkable until you.
Is there anyone who doesn't love brown sugar? D:
( A quiet exhale; the air is cool here and rasps against her lungs, but for now taking a moment and breathing seems justified. )
Well, we already established I'm weird, so.
( Light, easy. However... )
Living up to what other people expect or... what you believe they expect, at least, can be sort of impossible even without being noble or a mage. And--
( This whole 'mages as lesser' thing annoys her, even if magic has been so dangerous back home. )
I think holding onto something that maybe being a mage tried to strip from you is important. And if that helped you focus on healing and teaching and all this stuff that helps people? Even moreso. I know a few nobles who care a lot about people, and others that'd see people lose their homes because they were short coin. There's good and bad and excelling could just come down to interpretation. But healing-- I dont think there's a bad side to that. I'd figure it's more pure and untainted or whatever than anything a noble could do.
( annnnd she's talking too much, again. ) Sorry. I'm blathering when you have stuff to do. Again.
I don't know, i didn't think there was anyone that didn't love cinnamon!
[ Something to be resigned to- even as the scrape of her pen slows and Adelaide herself sits back to sigh, some manner of weight in the air. Something she has not told much of anyone in this life- in the Spire it had not needed saying. Those that knew? Knew. No one else needed to. ]
The healing is simply where my skills happened to be. The teaching- This is a bit more weighty than you expected when you called to check in, I think. And the tale behind the teaching is weightier still. I do not mind our conversations Red, truly, I have come to look forward to them. But I would not add weight where you would rather there be none.
Anxiously clutches pearls tbh
She can settle for being kinder to others while she wrangles what she deserves for herself.
(She would say she looks forward to the conversations, too, but it doesn't seem to fit into the mood of what Adelaide's saying, the same way a flippant comment about her gift being part of her and thus proving Ruby's point doesn't seem fitting.))
No, if... if you'd like to tell me, I'd like to hear it. It's just me and a lot of cold air, here.
( That doesn't feel solid, somehow: ) I'm listening.
Cinnamon pearls, i hope
We are taken to the circle when we are young, as that is when our magic manifests. I was eight years old and was kept to a class and dormitory of similarly aged apprentices. We are taught as a group until our individual skills and aptitudes become clear, then we are sent to the appropriate teachers. You make friends- because how can you not? And often times these friends you make remain in your classes in some form or another as there is much to teach.
My first night in the Spire I met such an Apprentice. A marcher named Robert. [ A warm affection colors her voice, the barest edge of old laughter. ] He became a dear friend to me as we studied and trained- he was just as skilled as I if not more so, just as precise, just as powerful- with less of my formality and perfectionism. It seemed to come so easily to him with no real struggle- as much as it aggravated me, he himself was terribly endearing. He- was the only other person to call me Addie. He would call me that, I would call him Bobby, we would both be endeared and annoyed- it was like that between us.
Sounds like delicious cereal... the classy cinnamon toast crunch alternative
( From when Adelaide told her of her memories from before the Spire, that she'd had less time to accumulate them. She feels a prickle of sadness and sympathy, but holds it back. This isn't about what she thinks about it. )
The kind of friends you'd have for life, right? ( And it isn't just that. There's an echo of something familiar, there. Of being teased and dared and protected by a blacksmith's boy, and it's a painful type of nostalgia. )
Sounds like me and Peter.
( Did she tell Adelaide the name of her first love? She thinks she did, but the Fade was so many things that she'd hardly expect Adelaide to remember.
She's not sure it'd be appropriate to clarify or to say he was one of the first to call her Red, a nickname so pervasive even her grandmother used it.
Quietly, gently, all hints of teasing from earlier in the conversation gone, )
You were very close, huh?
dammit now i want cereal
[ They'd been friends before and should they have ever come away normally? Would have remained friends after. It simply was the way of things. ]
He was my first friend in the Spire. And my first kiss. My first love, I suppose, though we are not supposed to have them. Strong emotion makes us vulnerable, having lovers gives desire demons a foothold in our dreams. Have you heard of what a mage's harrowing might be? It is a test- though we know precious little of what it entails until we experience it for ourselves. We only know that you pass and become a mage rather than an apprentice, you fail and you die, or you might choose to be made Tranquil.
Robert was a year older than me and we never knew when we would be tested- but there is a range of ages when it seems most likely. I was confident in him, in myself, I knew we would both come through without anything to fear. I was tested, I faced the demon they called for me in the Fade, and I was made a mage. When I came out I tried to find him to explain but I could not. He wasn't in the rooms or the library or the study halls...
When I was taken to my harrowing he made a choice. He was too afraid to take the test himself. The next time I saw him was a few days later shelving books in the library. He...do you know what it is, to be made Tranquil?
Me too ugh what is this hell
Ruby exhales a breath, partly because of Peter and Robert and similarities between them, partly because she has some feelings about these harrowings that she's pretty sure aren't necessarily the point. She has to bite the inside of her cheek and remind herself, and yet she can't help the horrified catch of her breath when Adelaide explains it.
Locking people up with demons in the Fade? It wasn't right. And while it doesn't shock her that Adelaide was prepared (she knows she did, obviously, but the preparation thing is key) it doesn't make it right.
She tries to imagine if someone breathed of testing Emma's magic that way, even as a grown woman, and how her parents would react.
She doesn't means to say it, but-- ) That's... cruel.
( Quiet and appalled and bewildered, really. )
Anders explained tranquility to me, but...
God. ( To see it happen to someone you loved - imagining it happen to Emma or Snow or David was agonising enough, but your love? Imagining Peter didn't count. She's sure it'd be better than being torn apart, but by how much?
At least Robert had chosen. And Ruby honestly thinks that if she'd had such a choice, she might have taken it, too. )
Adelaide, I'm sorry.
cinnamon cereal free hell
He'd been afraid because he did not know what it was. He did not know if he could prepare for it, if he could face it. Because we are not meant to know, ow are we to ever prepare? I...lost some time. Feeling poorly. Grieving a man not dead. Drinking.
[ Oh how much she has changed now, in her grief and her wisdom. ]
My attention started to slip, my mentors noticed- one commented that I was doing poorly and they expected better of me now that I was a mage. That I ought not rest on my laurels. Between Robert's choice and his reason, that comment? I swore none should be so afraid as to choose Tranquility out of fear. And...I taught. What I had gone through, I asked others for their stories. Quiet lessons where we could not be found, I taught apprentices what they might expect. What they might face. I prepared them as I and Robert had not and while I was not able to teach all of them or make certain it did them much good- word spread and none went so ignorant into their harrowing. None chose Tranquility out of fear for what they might face.
I thought if this one thing that I did could change so much for the better- why not teach more things? Why not do more with magic than what we are taught?
The truest definition of hell. Oh how the cinnamon hater must laugh...
Part of her wonders how they got on this path, what she said to spark this - talking about Adelaide being remarkable, or something like that, and idly she wonders if this was meant to convince her otherwise, somehow.
It hasn't.
Ruby is quiet for a few moments, as she had been for so much of this. She can see her breath in the air, can feel the shift of snow underfoot even as she stands still, is aware that no flowers are growing for now. )
You know, ( she starts, and Ruby is surprised by how raw she sounds, ) You didn't run.
You could have hidden from it. From what happened, or ran. Not literally, I know, but you could have.
( Ruby ran. )
What happened to him is awful. And what they put all of you through? I can't-- it's inhumane. To let people agonise over what they are and what they might have to do, I can't even imagine being willing to do that to another person.
( Nerves have been hit that she didn't expect, and she feels raw and unfocused, and she's sitting down before she really processes. )
Adelaide, your teaching might be the most important thing in the world to so many people. Having someone teach you... to show you that you don't have to be afraid? That's a bigger gift than most people could ever hope for.
I long for glorious cinnamon pearls t-t
[ Even now she wonders if he survived. The Spire had been blood and chaos, screaming in the halls, the sound of thunder and steel echoing forever. ]
It is- it was the Chantry's tradition. It is the first way they found to test us, I suppose. I have never found a satisfactory answer for why something else, anything else, was considered appropriate. Being Harrowed does not stop a mage from possession or prevent abominations. Months ago one of the mages here, a young man named Lauren, was possessed in his sleep and woke as an Abomination. It- we fought. He had to be killed, he was no longer in control of himself. People died. He had been harrowed. It is not a foolproof test.
So we have tried something new, here. Developed a different test, training, something that does not leave a mage so alone, something that does not leave them so vulnerable. We are to stand alone against the demons in our dreams and in our lives- yes. But we need not be so isolated when we wake. I only knew I never wanted to see anyone choose as Robert did. That I never wanted to see my students become like Lauren. There is much to fear in being a mage- but we need not do so because we think ourselves monsters.
If the world is our oyster where are our pearls 8(
( Months? Months and years for all her own running, really. That was less kindly looked upon, surely. Years of resenting the Wolf, even when she knew it was part of her and she loved to run. . )
I'm sorry about Robert. And about Lauren. I...
( I wish I'd had someone like you.
Someone who thought life was important, that people should be safe. That hadn't wanted to make her choose betweem being human and being the Wolf. Magic was terrifying, and yet it was as much as part of someone as their breath.
Granny thought she could only be human, Anita thought she could only be the Wolf, pack before humanity. Snow had believed she could be both, but she hadn't known how to help Red, and David knew who she was, but both of them had forgotten her.
We do not need to be isolated when we wake.
For a brief moment, Ruby thinks she may never have felt so alone as she does right now, sitting in the snow and listening to a woman from another world relay aches that feel so familiar that they could have been carved from her own chest.
There is the sound of a shaky breath. )
You're a great teacher, Adelaide.
( She hates how rough her voice sounds, despite her effort to sound cheery.)
I think everything you've done will help a lot of people. And... I think they'll find it easier to be braver, for it. And they'll be safer.
hidden in the sea of shame and milk. Milky shame.
Legendairy shame D8
1000 years shame
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